Chapter: 520
Yolanda, always eager to help, said, “I'll delve into it more once we're back and try to find a resolution promptly."
Caden turned on the ignition, his face expressionless. “This isn't your problem."
Yolanda's thoughts drifted back to an earlier encounter with Alicia.
Alicia appeared quite messy.
It was notably unexpected.
Yolanda commented, "When I first met Ms. Bennett, I assumed she was just a spoiled heiress. But I was mistaken. She genuinely dedicates herself to her career. It's quite rare for someone from her background."
Caden's expression grew sterner.
He had offered Alicia resources, but she declined, opting instead to handle these unscrupulous old men on her own.
What a waste of effort.
He silently pulled out of the garage.
Mr. Tingey's vehicle was ahead, and they kept a safe following distance.
At a stoplight, Caden reached for his phone and sent a quick text.
Within minutes, a sports car darted through the traffic and collided with the rear of Mr. Tingey's car.
Mr. Tingey stepped out, swearing.
The driver of the sports car retrieved a stick from the passenger side and struck Mr. Tingey forcefully in the waist.
Mr. Tingey shouted in agony, "Who are you?"
The reply he got came in the form of a series of blows.
The attacker targeted the softer areas of his body.
The attacks weren't deadly, but they were extremely painful.
Caden passed by slowly.
He looked on as if he were just a spectator.
Alicia had consumed a lot of alcohol this time. Her medication failed to work, leading to a hospital visit due to an allergic reaction to alcohol.
On her first day there, she was medicated and slept through the entire day and night.
By the second day, she removed her IV and began to work.
Selecting paintings demanded considerable effort. She reached out to artists individually, being the first to secure copyright agreements with them.
Out of politeness, Hank dropped by to see her.
Noticing how busy she was, he decided not to stay for Long.
Back at the office, he reported everything to Caden.
Caden listened, his expression unreadable.
He looked over the gallery's paperwork.